Split splatPitter patter –So, the rain taps at my window,then batters.First in angst, then with calm,Heavily and hazily, in the balmyFebruary I watch and wait, drinking in the dayAs Ryanair fritters my time away …I am not much of a waiter – what can I say?Standards must be met; checks must be made. Tick tick, … Continue reading Rain falls on Ryan(air)